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Vi sitter i Ventrilo och spelar DotA

Canciones originales de Defense of the Ancients (DotA)

Compuestas por Devil's Urethra

To play DotA
[chorus]
to play (to play) defense of the ancients one must have (must have) some
patience

to all you laggers and leavers
i'd love to chase you with daggers and cleavers
chop you up and throw you in a bag with the cheaters
and have your clan find you gagging and bleeding

don't join if you don't plan on stayin,
it makes people wanna slam your face in
so hard it could turn ham to bacon
sorry if this man's mistaken
but I'll beat your ass til my hands are shakin

if you need more beef
I am the war chief
put my hoof in your toosh
and unsheath in your teeth
with my double bladed axe i slice your ass til you collapse,
thanks to you I'll get myself a heart of tarrasque,
in glory we bask,
the better I am, the longer I last

no matter your strat, no matter your hero,
i'll leave you flat feelin like level zero,

my choice of the day is grade A meat, haven't been beat, you're in for a
treat, one of the elite, a repeat offender that rarely retreats, if I
ever lose, they barely defeat, and if I win, dicks press control alt
delete, but I repeat, I'm just too concrete

from tauren to pudge to tiny to axe,
you're gonna get beat so why do you ask,
juggernaut to riki don't even try to dick me,
phantom assassin blink attackin leavin me laughing I'm pumpin your ass
and still gettin no action


DotA
[chorus]

if you see clinkz, you're bound to get ganked /
unless you have blink , unless you're a tank /
he walks with the wind, he shoots fire arrows /
you run into him, you're asshole gets narrow /

one the fastest, out of alla the bastards /
together with rhasta, they they spit at disasters /
they are the masters, of punishing casters /
licensed to kill, and smoke a blunt after /

[/chorus]

The Shaman and Fletcher, they have many stories,
These are their adventures, in all of their glory,
One has a rough texture, the other's a stoner,
One is a collector, the other's a boner,
They both smoke the nectar, so theyre never sober,
They travel together, searching out donors

If theres ever a war, theyre first to tackle,
Rhasta drops a few wards, and then he casts his shackles,
Clinkz shoots arrows galore with fire they crackle,
Adding stats to their core right after the battle

When he shoots forked lightning, you're fried to a crisp,
His voodoo is frightning, turning you to a fish,
While you're busy grinding, he's already filthy rich,
His senses are heightened, cuz his doctor's a witch.

If you choose to use some lame magic,
Clinkz'll shoot his diffusal blade at it,
His arrows now imbued with a blue static,
A weapons thats been proven to rape laggots,

Whenever you start losin you throw a fit,
That's why I'm boozin when I scroll and click,
There's a hero I pick when I'm bored of Clinkz,
I choose Mortred with her shadow strike and blink

and it's so sick with my crystalys /
I can fit two crits into a single hit /
Flip the switch and then im infinite /
Flick my wrist and I blink so swift /

Careful with all that wealth ya grabbin tho /
I hit you with my stealth assassin's blow /
Crit you, kill you, and take half your dough /
Then you say you couldn't see my shadow /


That's the concept, leave if you're losing /
That's such nonsense, what the F are you doing?!

[chorus]

To keep it up, I got a lot to do
just like the pandaren's got lots to brew /
how would you feel if someone shot at you? /
Naga What? Naga Who?

As you get the drilled, the tables are turning /
I got the will, inner fire is burning /
I got the skills while you're still busy learning /
I get more kills than dota has versions /

When I play, I just can't budge /
Cuz I'm hooked, like getting ganked by pudge /
And I thirst, I got that lust for blood /
It's not just a game, it's also a drug /

Si, muy bueno. Me gustó la música que usaron.